Xun Ziyou called over an inner sect disciple and instructed, "Pass the order down, let everyone be alert. Perhaps, there might be changes..."
"Yes, Elder."
The disciple took the order and left.
Xun Ziyou and Xun Zixian exchanged a glance, then both looked towards the great gate of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons at the end of the White Bone Path, their nerves tightened.
...
Meanwhile, inside the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
In the deepest part, in a study burning sandalwood incense, luxurious yet simple, contrasting sharply with the strange atmosphere within the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
A young nobleman, with fair hands, was holding a precious platinum formation pen, inscribing formation patterns stroke by stroke on paper as white as snow.
Suddenly, feeling something, he took out a piece of unknown parchment, spreading it before him.
A bloodstain appeared upon the parchment.
A line of blood red words emerged:
"The great calamity is imminent, the hawks gather outside the valley, the matter is untenable, sacrifice the pawn to save the general..."
Finally, there was another line, written carelessly, yet the strokes were like a knife, each character dripping blood, a decision as if carving the heart and dissecting the gall:
"Destroy the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons!"
The young nobleman was stunned for a moment, his gaze gradually turned cold.
"Hundreds of years of effort, such a massive foundation, can be spoken of destruction just like that; Mr. Tu indeed makes a ruthless decision, a great resolve."
"When the time comes, hesitation causes chaos..."
The young nobleman’s elegant eyes reflected half-moon clarity, half-revealing an inscrutable mystical glow.
...
Inside the formation stone chamber.
Mo Hua was reflecting and integrating the void heavenly dao laws in his sea of consciousness with the formation patterns of the divine formation, understanding dao through formations, harmonizing formations with dao, finally gaining an initial insight into the "Seal" law, and mastering the divine lock array which is the core of the Great Wilderness divine formation inheritance.
Mo Hua was overjoyed, his eyes shining brightly.
Now, he could even consider himself an entry-level "Divine Way Formation Master"!
Mo Hua exited the sea of consciousness and glanced at the sword bone beside him.
The principle of formations emphasizes applying what’s learned.
Since he had learned it, he must use it.
He wanted to practice further with the "sword bone," to see if this little sword demon could escape the divine lock array he laid down this time.
The sword bone, watched by Mo Hua, felt a chill deep within for some reason.
Intuition told it, whenever this little ancestor looked at it with glowing eyes, nothing good would happen.
Then it slightly tensed.
"Come to think of it, this little ancestor only wants to use me to test his newly learned formation..."
"Since that’s the case, there’s nothing to fear."
Not even a night had passed, I bet this little ancestor couldn’t have learned anything profound.
I’ll play along with him, just to entertain him.
The sword bone thought to itself.
Mo Hua was just about to start, to experiment with the formation on the sword bone, when he suddenly paused and retracted his pen and ink, continuing to sit still atop the sheep horn skull, motionless.
He sensed that Jin Yixuan had returned.
Sure enough, after a moment, the door opened, and Jin Yixuan, clad in black, returned to the hall.
He looked exhausted, as if he had been busy all night.
Jin Yixuan was just about to sit down and continue learning the divine formation patterns when a monster cultivator walked in.
Jin Yixuan, interrupted, felt a bit impatient, just ready to sternly rebuke, but when he looked up and recognized the newcomer’s appearance, his expression immediately turned stern, retracting his arrogant posture, and appeared quite respectful.
This monster cultivator was an elder, his voice hoarse like a cracked bell.
He entered, said only: "The young master requests your presence."
Jin Yixuan dared not be disrespectful in the slightest, bowed his hands in salute and said, "Yes."
The monster cultivator said nothing more, simply turned, and left.
Jin Yixuan, eyes tightened, followed closely after this monster cultivator, leaving the formation stone hall.
Within the stone hall, now empty, only Mo Hua was left alone.
Mo Hua frowned, a vague unease rising in his heart.
He suddenly felt that there seemed to be some unexpected changes happening.
But what kind of changes?